CHAPTER III
In Which the Crown Prince Enters Upon His Own.
It developed that the name of the young man with the eye-glasses was Geoffrey Fox. Mrs. Bower told Anne at the breakfast table, as the two women sat alone.
"He is writing a book, and he wants to stay."
"The little dark man?"
"I shouldn't call him little. He is thin, but he is as tall as Richard Brooks."
"Is he?" To Anne it had seemed as if Richard had towered above her like a young giant. She had scarcely noticed the young man with the eye-glasses. He had melted into the background of old gentlemen; had become, as it were, a part of a composite instead of a single personality.
But to be writing a book!